w (heir) wrote in repose, @ 2020-08-22 02:38:00 |
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Wainright Manor was gold under the evening bask of sun. It sat back upon its estate, with nothing but greenness stretching from its drive to the gatehouse. The gate was, for once, open to visitors. (Though none might know it, they were still being watched by many unseen eyes. Damian was not lax with security.) Their simply-dressed (and short-statured) host was a pinprick upon the steps, at the end of the sand-colored drive. He greeted Ren and Beckett upon their arrival. |